Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands

“Not in that phone.”

I wrote it on the back of the visitor badge, then took the badge off and put it in my breast pocket.

Diane Miller was already in the conference room when I got back, the blinds half open, Rosalie’s text log printed and squared off on the table.

“She wrote you nine messages in four days,” she said, without turning around.

“Six of them were about account numbers.”